George Allan England,
The Red Book Magazine, Volume 18…
(1912)
“ With his pudgy hand Wertheimer pushed back the curling hair from his right temple. There, clearly standing out against the brownish-yellow skin, burned an ugly, jagged weal. “Now, Colonel, my question, please?” “Aoh—?” “Did you effer know a man to hunt a tiger three year, and then kill five men because they get to it first, and then try to shoot himself fer the same reason, also? No? All right. For excitement, and sweat, and the heart-beatings and the racking of the soul, it is not, then, the biggest hunting-meat, tiger aint. And as I say before, Man is. ”
